Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 176 Chapter 175 Story
"It looks like no one has lived here in a long time."

The door handle of the mansion was covered with a thick layer of dust. The two extraordinary people also noticed that similar signs were everywhere in places that were not exposed to rain. It was hard to imagine that the writer really lived here.

Is this really not a mistake pointed out by divination?

Bev held the pendulum and couldn't help but doubt the results of her divination.

After receiving the captain's hint that he could enter, the midnight poet Francis held the silver cup of the sun covered with tinfoil in his hand and said, "Let's go."

"it is good."

Bev took a deep breath and, after preparing herself mentally, turned the doorknob of the dusty gate.

With a slight movement, the door made a hair-raising creaking sound and slowly opened backwards, revealing the extremely dark environment inside.

The two walked in cautiously, and Francis was ready to peel off the tin foil in his hand at any time, allowing the seal filled with the extraordinary power of the solar field to pour out its power.

Bev has clairvoyance, and Francis, as a sleepless person, naturally has good vision in a dark environment. The two of them walked cautiously into the dilapidated house, one in front and one behind.

At this time, Captain Gregor did not follow the team into the cave. Instead, he found a place nearby that was not affected by the rain and prepared to provide corresponding ritual magic assistance.

Creating a relatively closed environment through the spiritual wall, the requiem master Gregor immediately set up the altar and began to pray to the goddess.

As a Sequence 6 of the Sleepless Path, Gregor, who has been promoted to the Requiem Master sequence, not only possesses a large number of spells and spell-like abilities, but also possesses extraordinary knowledge in many fields such as ritual magic and divination.

This not only allows him to provide extremely powerful Beyonder abilities such as Nightmare, which can drag people into dreams, but also allows him to act as the host of ritual magic that is quite dangerous to a certain extent.

After preparing the spiritual wall and lighting the candles, the Sequence 6 Requiem Master whispered in ancient Hermetic language.

"I pray for the power of the night."

"I pray for Crimson's power."

"I pray for the goddess's favor."

"I pray, let me see clearly what's happening inside this mansion, let me understand the spiritual changes around me..."

He planned to synchronize the information obtained from the ritual magic directly to Francis and Bev who were about to enter.

Amid the whistling sound of the wind, the flickering flames on the lit candles suddenly leaped upwards and merged into one, creating one strange scene after another.

The mansion consists of three floors, two above ground and one underground.

The two floors above ground were covered with clumps of weeds and cracks on the walls. Rainwater fell from the sky and leaked in through the gaps in the roof, causing the wooden parts inside to rot.

On the first and second floors, in the kitchen, the master's room and the study, tables, chairs and benches were thrown randomly on the ground, as if they had been cleaned long ago, leaving nothing of value behind. It looked extremely desolate and not worth exploring at all.

Next is the basement, which looks relatively intact. There seems to be no sign of invasion by malicious people due to the death of the owner and lack of maintenance. There is a person hiding there!

He was a disheveled-looking man in his thirties or forties, looking very old, but also extremely crazy. He was holding a pen and seemed to be drawing something on a canvas.

The old man lowered his head with a peaceful expression. He had been forcibly dragged into the dream by the power of the nightmare and had lost the ability to resist.

What Gregor needs to confirm now is whether there are any hidden dangers in the basement. If there are, he will use the symbols of ritual magic to influence those hidden dangers, making them fall into dormancy at the same time, and then wait for Bev and others to deal with them.

In the basement of the mansion, Gregor saw piles of strange paintings.

They seem to depict...

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Red Rose Tavern, North District of Tingen City.

"Our story today tells the story of a nun who, in distant times, was transformed into a demon due to corrupted powers."

The storyteller's passionate voice attracted the crowd in the tavern. Although the stories told by the storyteller seemed absurd and full of terrible meanings every time, in an era of lack of entertainment, the response to such stories was not bad.

People always pursue new trends, and new things always arouse people's curiosity. Recently, storytellers have been telling stories that they have never heard of before.

These things involving demons, resentful spirits, monsters and other fields should be unclean things that should be purified by the priests of the Church of Night and the Church of Storm. Even if the storytellers have the resources, they dare not take action.

But at the end of every story, the church always appears, and justice triumphs over evil. This, to a certain extent, promotes the faith of the Orthodox Church of the Kingdom of Loen and the power of the Lord of Storms and the Goddess of Night.

The author is very clever in this regard. He found a BUG. Although the stories he tells are absurd and weird, the church always appears in these stories, and the church will become the villain at some point.

But overall, when I watched and listened to the end, I found that these stories were actually somewhat evil in a positive way.

It preaches that evil will be punished, that devout faith will be watched by the gods, and that those who believe in those who have fallen will eventually fall into hell.

The church in Tingen City had no choice but to let it go. Many priests and servants in the church even secretly read manuscripts related to the story.

Since it had been so long and neither the Church of Storms nor the Church of Night had said anything, the storyteller naturally understood the key point. Even if he made his own modifications based on the story, it seemed quite natural and the church could not find any fault with it.

Thus, the new story spread once again in many pubs and teahouses in Tingen City on a rainy night.

"It was a rainy night. Three clergymen from the Church of Darkness came to a church in the suburbs..."

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The door of the mansion was opened, and just as Bev and Francis walked in, the door behind them was slammed shut.

With a bang, Bev was startled. Francis beside her immediately raised the tin foil in his hand, and the sun's light splashed out in an instant.

But when they saw the scene in front of them, they were both stunned.

"Teach, church?"

In the huge stone church, as the two walked in, the candles here were lit one by one by an invisible force. They swayed in the light of the sun's silver cup, looking so real.

This is a church dedicated to the goddess of night, which looks quite ancient. The holy light of the goddess is placed in the church, which is quiet and distant, and people can't detect the slightest abnormality. It looks like a church!
"Illusion? Dream? Or is the space displaced?!"

Francis, the obviously more experienced midnight poet, carefully raised the Sun Silver Cup in his hand and tilted it. Drop after drop of liquid emitting clear light spilled out of the Sun Silver Cup, fell to the ground, and splashed countless points of light.

Francis's breath was caught in his throat, and the temperature around him suddenly rose, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

But the surrounding scene did not change, which indicated that this was not an illusion. Were they really moved?

"Where's the captain?" Bev asked hurriedly.

"Can't get in touch." Francis shook his head and said in a deep voice.

He is not Nightmare, so the captain can only contact them unilaterally. However, when this happened, the captain did not remind them. Obviously, a danger has occurred that even the captain cannot judge in advance.

"Let's try to get out of here first."

"Okay," Bev said immediately.

At this time, following the instructions of experienced people is obviously an easier way to survive.

Suddenly, Bev's expression changed.

"What's wrong?" Francis saw the change in his colleague's expression and paused slightly, ready to spill the liquid in the Sun Silver Cup at any time and ignite the unknown enemy.

"My pendulum is spinning on its own!" Bev hurriedly pressed down her pendulum, but it was spinning too fast. It seemed as if her spirit was frantically warning her to leave the church immediately, as there were dangers lurking here that they could never resolve.

Francis grabbed Bev's hand and whispered quickly, "Let's leave now."

After saying that, the two of them said no more, turned around quickly, and reached out their hands, one on the left and one on the right, to the door handle behind them, which had also changed shape at some point.

The door seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Francis tried his best but couldn't move it at all.

"You guys, what are you doing here?"

At this moment, a middle-aged woman's calm and low voice came from behind them.

"Don't turn around!"

Francis began to murmur the poems he had memorized, and at the same time, the sun's rays were thrown out from the silver cup in his hand and flew behind him.

But the female voice had already appeared behind them without them knowing.

"Are you... clergymen of the church?"

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"Two of the three clergymen entered the church. They were ordered by the church to reinforce the seal of the great demon sealed underground by Saint Delina of the Church of Evernight a hundred years ago. The remaining one went to the cemetery next to the church. It is said that strange phenomena have been occurring there since some time ago. At night, an inexplicable bell ringing sound can be heard in the cemetery..."

"After the priests in the church learned that the two clergymen were from the Holy Temple and were responsible for handling the blockade of the great demon, they warmly received them and arranged several rooms for them."

"The ritual to seal the great demon takes time to prepare. After a day of exhaustion, the clergy finally fell asleep after reaching a safe place, feeling both mentally exhausted and contented with being in a safe environment..."

"They didn't realize that their companion, the one who went to the cemetery to investigate any anomalies, hadn't returned yet..."

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Requiem master Gregor could no longer see Bev and Francis. His face turned extremely bad. After hastily dealing with some things left over from the ritual magic, he quickly walked to the gate of the mansion.

It was quiet inside the door, as if there was nothing there. The two extraordinary people disappeared silently!

And his spirituality told him that in this mansion, except for the old man in the basement, there was no other spiritual life.

Not normal, absolutely not normal!

Several thoughts flashed through Gregor's mind. As an experienced Beyonder, his logic told him that he had to ask for help.

This was obviously not just a problem that he, at the Sequence 6 level, could handle. There were many Beyonder abilities that could make people disappear out of thin air. Apprentices could do this after reaching the Sequence 5 Traveler level, but the current level of strangeness was definitely not something a Sequence 5 wild Beyonder could do.

Between the safety of his team members and reporting anomalies, the captain of the Extraordinary Team of the Church of Evernight in Tingen City very coldly chose the latter.

He turned around to leave, but his greatly enhanced inspiration suddenly made him realize something.

The gate of the mansion in front of him disappeared, and his body was lying down, as if it was placed in a black coffin and lying flat inside.

The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, even the sound of the dripping rain seemed like an illusion through a hazy layer, but the damp and sticky feeling in the air made the requiem master extremely sure that it was raining heavily outside.

This black coffin didn't look very solid, and anyone with nimble hands and feet could easily dismantle it. But once someone was locked inside and buried several meters underground, destroying the coffin would mean the earth several meters above would pour down, drowning them directly.

Logically speaking, with the physical improvement brought by the potion, a Sequence 6 Beyonder would never be trapped by such a trap. However, just as Gregor was about to activate his Beyonder ability, he was extremely surprised to find that all his Beyonder abilities had failed.

There was not much air in the extremely narrow coffin. Gregor felt a little dizzy, and even his thinking began to become a little sluggish due to lack of oxygen.

He suddenly touched a rope. Gregor adjusted his breathing, followed the inspiration, and pulled the rope that looked very ordinary.

There seemed to be a bell connected to the top of the rope. As someone in the coffin pulled the rope, the sound of the bell suddenly rang.

This is a cemetery. There are many tombstones placed in a disorderly manner in the cemetery. There are bells hanging on each tombstone. In the heavy rain and the increasingly heavy sound of the rain, the sudden ringing of the bells seems so abrupt and weak.

Gregor felt more and more suffocated. He tried to drive his spiritual power, but it was not under his control at all. The dizziness caused by suffocation made his consciousness sink to the bottom.

The requiem master realized that he might really die here.

"Here! Here!"

Suddenly, the voices of his teammates seemed to come from above his head.

(End of this chapter)